Lyrics

It's ironic how my living room's been kinda hard to live in Have to keep the television on to make the silence distant (oh-oh) I know we said we wouldn't, but I'm callin' (oh-oh) 'Cause everybody in this town's been talkin' (oh-oh) Thought you were the wintergreen inside my garden (oh-oh) I lit a match covered in gasoline (oh-oh), with you next to me Stuck in my apartment (oh-oh) I guess it's for the best you're not respondin' (oh-oh) I wish that I could fly back home to Austin (oh-oh) But I can't so I'll just pour the kerosene (oh-oh) on my wintergreen It's ironic how I lose my appetite in the kitchen But if I'm honest, we would talk and talk, just to never listen Got a phone call from my brother back in Georgia You're the reason that I broke down in his car And he told me that it's best if I ignore ya But I wish I could know how you are I know we said we wouldn't, but I'm callin' (oh-oh) 'Cause everybody in this town's been talkin' (oh-oh) Thought you were the wintergreen inside my garden (oh-oh) I lit a match covered in gasoline (oh-oh) with you next to me Stuck in my apartment (oh-oh) I guess it's for the best you're not respondin' (oh-oh) I wish that I could fly back home to Austin (oh-oh) But I can't so I'll just pour the kerosene (oh-oh) on my wintergreen Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Grab a can of gasoline, pour it over everything All the promises you made, they didn't mean anything to you Oh, really, after everything? I had to burn my wintergreen Grab a can of gasoline, pour it over everything All the promises you made, they didn't mean anything to you (oh-oh) Oh, really, after everything? (Oh-oh) I know we said we wouldn't, but I'm callin' 'Cause everybody in this town's been talkin' Thought you were the wintergreen inside my garden I lit a match covered in gasoline (oh-oh), with you next to me Stuck in my apartment (oh-oh) I guess it's for the best you're not respondin' (oh-oh) I wish that I could fly back home to Austin (oh-oh) But I can't so I'll just pour the kerosene (oh-oh) on my wintergreen Grab a can of gasoline (oh-oh), pour it over everything All the promises you made (oh-oh), they didn't mean anything to you (oh-oh) Oh, really, after everything? (Oh-oh) I had to burn my wintergreen
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